The Conjuring (2013)
Overly hyped as the best horror movie of all time, The Conjuring turns out to be a polished rehash of every past haunted house flick.

Overly hyped as the best horror movie of all time, The Conjuring turns out to be a polished rehash of every past haunted house flick.

A musical slasher flick? Yes please. This particular musical slasher flick? No, thanks – I’d rather not.

Well, at least it’s better than any of M Night Shyamalan’s last twenty outputs.

The wooden acting in this movie is a bigger threat to humanity than the monsters combined. Just skip to the last 30 minutes or so,

Wait, is there even a point to this thing? Still, it’s far better than it looks, for what it’s worth.

Canada wants in on the footage found horror pie too. Well, it can just get back out.

Play the tape and… oh, the demons will come. Better yet, don’t play this one at all.

The Black Death kills many, but the most terrifying things here are the humans.

This movie is an embarrassment to werewolves everywhere.

Yeech. Yeah, don’t bother.
